There’s not much to say here as Les is about as punchably smug as he’s ever been, comparing himself to Moses and his audience, presumably, to the slaves he leads out of Egypt with his stupid books about his dead wife.
And I was initially baffled by what circumstance could have led the most punchable man in the world to say this awkward line, but I think it’s supposed to be about why he decided to write the third book, “Lisa After She Died”. If so, it merely confirms that this endeavor was a monument to his own solipsism. He stole what should have been the story of his wife’s fight with cancer and made it all about him and his circumstances.
Anyway, Les’s expression in today’s strip made me think of another book that’s much more fulfilling than his.